The Real Me Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

As I sit and write these words,
I become me again,
As free as a bird,
Flying in the morning sun,
Reaching out to everyone.
This is where I love to be,
My comfort zone,
Free from life's anxieties,
A place to be me.
I'm not odd or strange,
Our minds are not all built the same,
I love poetry,
I have so much stress inside of me,
When i write i'm at home,
And somehow I don't feel alone,
My peaceful place,
Expressing my thoughts with gentle pace,
A time to be,
The real me.



Jayne Louise Davies